THE AZTEC EARRINGS by K. Moore
CHAPTER ONE - ARRIVAL ON THE ISLAND
I have always seen movies and read books about people who led "double
lives," like spies, serial killers and so forth, but never in my wildest
dreams did I expect that I might one day experience their world in a
fashion so incredible that only a person with a super imagination could
believe!
It all started about a year ago when I went on a camping trip with my best
buddy, Ron. Ron and I had always enjoyed outdoor spots that very few
people knew about. We had gone to various wilderness areas in the Southern
United States, never ceasing to marvel at the just how far away from
humanity we could get. Caves, canyons, mountain crags...you name it, we
went there! This time, we had planned an excursion to an island off the
coast of Florida that had been designated a National Wilderness Area. It
was so deserted and inaccessible that we actually had to charter a boat to
drop us off on it, directing the captain to pick us up after a five day
stay.
We talked with our boat captain on the way out, and he informed us of the
myths and legends associated with the island. He told us of a mystical
tribe of Indians said to have once inhabited the place. Supposedly, they
were the remnants of the Aztec tribe conquered by Cortes way back in the
early 1500s. When the conquistador had arrived in their Mexican city, the
Aztecs were known for their peace-loving artistic way of life. They
worshipped a female sun god, and for them, life and all its pleasures were
gifts to be cherished and revelled in. Once Cortes had massacred their
leader and their people, most of the Aztecs that were left were forced into
a life of slavery and slow assimilation into the culture of their Spanish
conquerors. Only a few remote pockets of Aztecs refused to bend to the
harsh ways of their uninvited guests. One of these rebellious bands
supposed fled to the north into what was to become the U.S., taking with
them their mystical charms designed to reinforce their religious and social
beliefs. This band, said our captain, eventually found peace on the island
that was to be our destination. There they lived happily for about a
hundred years, growing more and more dedicated to their faith in the
feminine sun god and the wonders of fertility and joys of the flesh that
she had bestowed on them. They believed, said the captain, that all
earthly things were originally female in nature, and thus there was no
greater honor than to be a woman in their tribe. Various stories had been
told by sailors of the time of the incredible, almost mystical beauty of
the female inhabitants of the island. People who had supposedly been
shipwrecked on the reefs surrounding the island had been taken in, nursed
back to health and shown only love and compassion by these perfect
specimens of femininity. It was said that many sailors, upon being made
aware of these incredible people, decided to forego their lives on the land
and live out their days in this tropical Garden of Eden. In fact, said the
captain, there were so few sailors who chose to return to the mainland,
that their stories were largely looked upon as fabrications, especially
when they pointed out the fact that the only males on the island were
outnumbered by the women by at least two to one, and that of those few
males that were there, all were no older than their teens!
As we neared the island, the captain finished his story by saying that a
great hurricane struck in the mid 1600s, completely submerging the island
and all its inhabitants. The storm was so strong, he said, that the island
resurfaced only after fifty years, leaving no remnants of its former
civilization. Since that time, archaeologists had found only a few pottery
shards and broken building materials...nothing that could ever prove or
disprove the many stories told about the last tribe of the Aztecs! Now,
the captain told us, only a smattering of vacationers and hearty campers
like ourselves went out to the island, bringing back stories only of
beautiful and secluded sand, sun and sea!
After hearing these stories of our island, Ron and I were only more excited
about spending some time there. Since there was no dock, the captain let
us and our gear off in a little rubber raft about 100 yards from shore,
saluted us, and told us he would be back in 5 days. As we paddled for the
beach, listening to the rapidly diminishing growl of our boat's motors, we
were both grinning with the thought of the adventure that awaited us!
CHAPTER TWO - - THE DREAM!
We made camp not far from where we beached our rubber raft and walked
around surveying our beautiful island. No one could have wished for a more
incredible place! The beach was filled with sand as fine as sugar
granules, and the ocean itself was as blue as the sky on a cloudless day in
paradise! The island was only 3 miles across at its widest point, and in
between the shores was a pine and rock forest filled with dense vegetation
and beautiful tropical flowers. We were in heaven! That night, we ate a
typical camp meal, then drank and talked under the starry sky feeling the
soft, cool breezes and hearing the tranquil sound of the waves lapping
against the beach. I crawled into my sleeping bag early and fell asleep
with a smile on my face, dreaming of the beautiful Aztec women of the
captain's tales.
One of my dreams was especially vivid. I remembered walking through the
forest being led by the hand of a dazzling dark haired beauty clad only in
an animal skin bikini. She was laughing at me and hurrying me along,
turning fully around every now and then to show me her beautiful flashing
white teeth and sexy flowing hair. Her supple, silken body with all its
incredible curves and long tanned legs only added to my encouragement to
keep up with her. After a short time, we came to a clearing in the forest
bounded by a large outcropping of rocks that towered above me. As graceful
as a deer, she leapt up onto a ledge a few feet above the ground and
beckoned to me to join her. I jumped up with considerably less grace and
took her small hand when she offered it to me. With her help, I pulled
myself up onto the ledge and into her grasp. With a tinkling giggle, she
nestled her body into mine and wrapped me up in her arms. I felt her warm,
soft lips against mine as her firm breasts pressed against my chest. My
hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her
hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped
back from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate
sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with
her nipples. I bent toward her and felt her hands on the back of my head
pressing my mouth into her cleavage. She murmured girlish sounds of
approval as I suckled her breasts, her hands running through my hair and
over the sensitive skin of my neck. After a moment of this, she took my
face in her hands, kissed me once lightly, and then motioned for me to look
around at our surroundings. I took in the rocky vista that was in front of
me, noting the little cave that was just off to my left. Then she wrapped
me up again and I felt her hands travel down toward to my crotch as we
kissed again. My cock had grown extremely hard already, but when I felt
her hands go inside my shorts, it seemed as if it would explode! With her
mouth against mine and both her hands squeezing my manhood, I heard her
utter the only words that I would ever hear her say. In a soft whisper
between kisses she sighed, "Remember, my love, and join us!" Her
manipulations had brought me to near climax, but just as I was reaching the
point of no return, she suddenly began to shimmer and grow transparent.
The next thing I knew, I was inside my sleeping bag with a throbbing
erection! As I came out of my dream, I could swear that I could still feel
the warmth of her body next to mine and hear her delicious passionate
laughter. I lay back in my bag watching the sun rise and luxuriating in
the souvenirs of my dream.
CHAPTER THREE - DISCOVERY!
As we prepared our breakfast, I asked Ron if he had had any strange dreams
the previous evening. He replied that he had been so tired and happy that
it would have been too much work to have dreams! Not being a believer in
the "reality" of dreams, I shook mine off and put it down to having an
active imagination. The plan of the day was to explore our paradise from
stem to stern. We decided to start on the north side of the island beach
and hike all the way around it if we could. The day was as pleasant as
could be...warm but not hot, and with a steady sea breeze that cooled us
off constantly. It was during one of our many breaks that something
strange occurred. I was half-dozing in the sun with my eyes closed,
letting my mind wander, when I could swear that I heard a soft feminine
voice murmur in my ear. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it had said
something like, "We're here," and "Find us!" I immediately opened my eyes
and sat up, but all I saw was Ron sipping a drink and the beautiful horizon
of sea and sand. He looked at me curiously and raised his eyebrows
questioningly. Not wanting to appear a total fool, I told him that a
mosquito had bitten me and let it go at that. He nodded and said that we
should probably get started again. As I strapped on my pack with the
woman's voice still reverberating in my head, I looked inland at the
forest. Something about it looked familiar. As if by pure instinct, I
motioned to Ron and suggested that we explore the inland for a while. He
agreed, and we veered away from the beach into the forest. Though the
undergrowth was thick, we both expressed surprise that it was not nearly as
inaccessible as on the other side of the island. In fact, it was almost as
if there had once been a path along the route we were taking!
As the trees began to hide the sun, the forest took on a mysterious look.
Ghostly shadows hung from everywhere, and the absolute silence made us feel
as if we were in an arboreal cathedral. Again, I was struck by the
familiarity of it all...I was certain I had been here before, when of
course, I could not have been. As we walked along experiencing the wonder
of this hauntingly beautiful place, it suddenly dawned on me that this was
place I had visited in my dream! It was enough to make me think again
about my disbelief in the "psychic" nature of dreams. I had had deja vu
before, but never anything like this. I took over the lead from Ron and
felt as if my feet had taken on a life of their own and were guiding me to
a specific place. Sure enough, after only a few minutes, we came to the
clearing in the forest that I so vividly remembered from my dream. There
was the rock garden that I had kissed my fantasy woman on, and there was
the ledge that she had so nimbly jumped atop. Ron sat down, his eyes
moving back and forth over the fantastic scenery. "Wow! Look at this
place!" he said, "I could sit here forever and look at this!" "You do
that," I said, "I'm gonna take a look up here." I climbed up onto the
ledge, knowing what I would find. There it was; the view, the rocks, the
cave...everything from my dream. I knew what I had to do. I took out my
flashlight and brushed away the cobwebs from the entrance of the cave. The
opening was a tight squeeze, but I managed it, and with a little effort, I
found myself able to stand upright in a small room. I shone my flashlight
against the wall and saw with delight the faded cave paintings there. They
were expertly drawn, but the ages and their time underwater had reduced
them to bare outlines. I looked closely at one of the murals and could
make out a group of wonderfully drawn beautiful women dressed in colorful
costumes. Another showed two naked women embracing each other
passionately. I was just about to shout for Ron when my beam played upon
small half-buried metal box in the corner of the cave room. Excitedly, I
ran over to it and dug it out of the sand. The top of it was worn to
perfect smoothness and badly tarnished, but I realized that it must have
been made of silver. The clasp was rusted, but with a bang of my
flashlight, it came off. I opened it up and gently dumped out the sand
that had gathered inside of it. As the sand fell to the ground, my beam
hit upon something that glinted merrily in the light. There, lit by my
flashlight was a pair of beautiful gold earrings. They were small, but the
delicate metal sculpting was astonishing! On each one, there was a carving
of the head of a beautiful Indian woman in a sort of helmet-like headdress.
Her face was exquisite with huge alluring cat-like eyes and high elegant
cheekbones. So detailed was the metalwork that the earrings looked almost
like a portrait painting. I stared, nearly hypnotized by their beauty,
when the sound of Ron coming into the entrance of the cave started me back
to reality. "You down there?!" he shouted, and I responded, "Yeah! Come
look!" Before I realized what I was doing, I had closed the box with the
earrings inside and slipped it inside a hidden pocket in my pack. I felt a
little selfish hiding my discovery from my good friend, but something told
me that it was the right thing to do. As his light came into view, I
gleefully shouted to him, "Look at these paintings! They must be hundreds
of years old!" He gave a low whistle as his light ran over the murals.
"Guess those stories the captain told us were at least partly true!" he
said. We looked at the cave walls for a while longer and even dug around
in the sand floor, hunting for artifacts, but found no more. As we exited
the entrance, we talked excitedly about the importance of our find. "The
archaeologists are going to eat this up!" Ron said as we made our way down
from the ledge. Suddenly, we felt a strong gust of wind and heard a rumble
of rock. We looked up just in time to see a large stone teeter and fall
from the top of the bluff! We scrambled to get out of the way as it
tumbled violently down the face of the cliff and came to rest right in
front of the cave entrance, sealing it off completely! "Or not," I said
forlornly as small pebbles bounced around us. "Now, why did that happen?"
Ron said...."That boulder must have been barely hanging up there!" We
climbed back on to the ledge to inspect the damage and realized that only a
few sticks of dynamite would allow anyone to enter the cave again. "Oh
well," I said, "we can still tell people about it."
CHAPTER FOUR - MAGIC!
We talked about how lucky we were on the way back to our camp, still
marvelling at how we, of all people, managed to find something that
professionals had missed for all these years. I thought about the dream
that had pointed the way for me, and why I had unsharingly taken the
earrings and jewelry box for myself. I could gather no plausible
conclusions, and decided to leave it alone until I could get a better look
at my finds. We trudged tiredly into camp at just about sunset, and it was
all we could do to prepare dinner and collapse into our tents. I waited
until I heard Ron begin to quietly snore before I got the box out of my
bag. In the light of my flashlight, the earrings were just as beautiful as
I remembered. The woman in the gold looked back at me with her enormous
eyes just as before, but I could swear that this time she had a smile that
had not been there before! Probably just my imagination again I told
myself. I turned one earring over and examined the back. There was a
small peg on one side, and opposite it was a tiny bar with ridges on it.
The workmanship on this artifact was amazing and I could tell by pushing
the bar and peg together that the mechanism was still working even after
all these years. Just to prove it to myself, I undid the clips and reached
up to put the earring on my earlobe. With a little snick, the bar and peg
came together with my lobe between them, fastening the earring securely to
my ear. I removed my hand tentatively to test how secure the earring was
attached. It didn't move, even when I shook my head a little. It was kind
of fun feeling the weight of it on my ear, and, for some reason, I was also
feeling a little pleasant warmth emanating from around my ear. I decided
to test the other one, and it was then that my life changed forever!
The other earring fit just as snugly as its counterpart, but as soon as
both earrings were securely attached, I felt the peculiar warmth grow much
more intense. Suddenly, it was as if my body had been taken hold of by
dozens of strong hands. I couldn't move an inch! The warmth around my
ears began to spread to other parts of my body and I could feel myself
being twisted and wrenched from the inside out. The feeling wasn't exactly
painful, but I was terrified! What was happening to me? I tried to cry
out for Ron, but found that my voice, like the rest of me, was paralyzed as
well! The warmth turned into an electricity that tingled throughout my
every limb. I felt my body spasm, forcing my head forward so that I now
looked down from my sitting position. With uncontrollable shakes and
twitches, I saw what I could not believe. My formerly broad and hairy
chest had shrunken and become entirely devoid of hair...My legs, equally
hairy and masculine had taken on a feminine smoothness and become girlishly
shapely. My body shook again, and I saw out of the corners of my frozen
eyes that there was now long black hair surrounding my face and growing
longer by the second. My chest, even smaller than when I had last looked
at it was suddenly swelling around my nipples. I watched with horror as my
nipples expanded to twice, then three times their normal size, their color
changing from my normal dusky brown to a bright pink. The area around them
was metamorphisizing even faster than they were, swelling quickly until
they had become an astonishingly ample woman's bosom! I felt my head
thrown back as my body was wracked again with another spasm. My eyes
rolled back in my head, and though I was blind to the changes that were
taking place, I could feel each and every one of them. My flesh seemed to
crawl, taking on a new texture and rearranging itself in different
proportions. I felt a thousand tingles around my face as my cheeks
quivered and puckered as they changed while my lips underwent a swelling
sensation that made them feel heavier and larger. Even my nose was not
immune to the transformation as I felt it shrink and become smaller. I
thrashed once again with an even more powerful spasm, feeling my very bones
shifting within me. At the same time, I could feel the area around my
waist tighten and shrink while my hips broadened and became rounder. By
this time, I could feel myself regaining some body control though the
electric tingles were still swirling all over me. I could hear my breath
gasping through my mouth, but I subconsciously noted that the gasps I was
hearing were nothing like I was used to...They seemed breathier...Perhaps
even daintier? Suddenly, the last of the tingles concentrated their force
around my crotch. I felt an almost unbearable heat between my legs that
just as suddenly began to abate into a pleasant warm sensation. As the
tingles finally subsided, I found myself almost able to move freely.
Exhausted, I fell back onto my sleeping bag, unexpectedly finding that I
now had a cushion of ebony hair that I hadn't had before. Still gasping
for breath, I brought my hands up to my face to wipe the perspiration from
my forehead. Even by the dim light of the flashlight that had been tossed
about during my spasms, I knew that the hands that were caressing my face
were not my own. They were small and delicate with tiny wrists and long
feminine fingernails. In fact, not only were my hands not my own, but my
face was just as unfamiliar! Instead of finding the coarse black beard
that I had worn for 15 years, my new hands played over soft cool hairless
skin! I traced the outline of my nose, finding it to be just as small as I
had imagined during my transformation. My tiny fingers pinched thick
sensitive lips and a ran lines over a mouth that was much wider than my own
had been. As my heavy breathing slowly came back to normal, I was aware of
the extra weight on my chest heaving up and down with my gasps. With an
effort, I propped my head up with my elbow, blowing away stray strands of
black hair that swirled about my face. I looked down at my chest and saw
that what I had hoped was a dream was, in fact, real!!! There, before my
eyes, were two proud and firm breasts perched atop a flat stomach and
narrow chest. My large nipples were perfect pink roses standing at
attention. With my left hand, I moved to touch these strange things
adorning my body. As I grasped one of them, I was amazed both at the sweet
softness of it as well as its extreme sensitivity. I clutched at my new
breasts in amazement as one pinches oneself to wake up. I didn't wake up!
In fact, my ministrations had had an effect on me that I didn't expect...I
found myself growing aroused, but in a fashion far different from my usual
masculine self. I could feel a pleasant warmth between my legs as I
kneaded first one breast, then the other. I was just about fully recovered
now, so I sat completely up with both hands still cupping my breasts. It
was stunning how easily and lithely my body now bent upward with almost no
effort! I eased one hand into my shorts, almost resigned to what I would
find. Sure enough, as my dainty fingers explored where only moments before
a decent sized cock had been, I felt a small fringe of trimmed pubic hair
surrounding a throbbing moist slit. Heat radiated from it, and when I felt
a finger slip inside of myself, I heard a voice that was not mine utter a
high pitched moan of pleasure. I could have easily gotten lost in the
wonderful sensations of exploring my new body, but, logical man that I am,
I snapped back to reality and put aside my explorations for later.
I reached for the flashlight, momentarily distracted by the movement of my
new breasts as I leaned toward it. With my light in hand, I opened my
little shaving kit and got out the tiny mirror I carried with me. I took a
deep breath, trying to compose myself before I looked in it. Even though I
thought I was ready for what I would find, nothing could have prepared me
for the sight of an exquisite young woman's face staring back at me from
the mirror. She had a beauty so rare that one would consider oneself lucky
to behold such a sight of feminine perfection once in a lifetime! Behind
dark curly lashes, enormous flashing brown eyes glittered seductively. An
upturned button nose paved the way to a generous wide mouth with lips that
practically begged to be kissed. Ornately fragile high cheekbones framed
this goddess' smooth unblemished face, and swirling luxuriously about it
were locks of jet black shoulder length hair that could be tossed coyly or
trailed teasingly across a lover's chest. How could this vision be me, I
thought to myself as I watched the girl's luminescent eyes grow even wider
with curiosity. I threw aside the mirror and stood up carefully inside my
tent and pulled off my shorts. I shone the flashlight beam over my now
naked body and saw that the goddess in the mirror had curves that matched
the beauty of her face. Tanned and lean, she had narrow shoulders,
perfectly shaped breasts and a tapered wasp waist that flared out into
womanly round hips. Her legs, brown, smooth and shapely, would never need
pantyhose or stockings. From the tips of her elegant fingernails to her
tiny sculpted feminine feet, this woman was beauty in the extreme!...And
she was me! A six foot, 200 pound bearded male with a receding hairline!
CHAPTER FIVE - - BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
I sat back down, pulled my knees up to my chest with ease, and began to
think. I was sure that my dream and my discovery of the cave had something
to do with my transformation, but what did it all mean? Did the cult of
the Aztec tribe still have an influence over visitors to their long drowned
island? Was this the "gift" of their female sun god? While I would admit
to having wondered what it would be like to be a woman from time to time,
to be forcibly transformed into one for the rest of my life was not what I
considered a "gift." I shook my head in confusion and frustration, and was
suddenly conscious of the weight that still adorned my ears. I reached up
through my mane of ebony hair and found that, yes, I was still wearing the
earrings. They had not fallen off during my metamorphosis as I had
expected! I ran my hands over the sensuous curves of my body one more
time, said a little prayer to any god that was listening, and undid the
clasps of the earrings. The effect was instantaneous! With far less
intensity than before, I felt my body begin to rearrange itself again. All
the sensations I had felt minutes before occurred again, but this time in
reverse order. I watched as my beautiful breasts shrank, my big nipples
fading back to their original color and size as my chest expanded and grew
hair anew. Where nothing had been moments before, I felt my cock restoring
itself, the testicles themselves finally emerging from somewhere within my
body. In moments it was over. I reached up to my face with now familiar
hands and found my normal rough skin and coarse beard. I immediately
reached for my mirror for confirmation and was rewarded by the sight of the
face that I had worn for 34 years of life. I cautiously inspected my body
and found that everything had returned to normal. I clasped my hands in
relief, raised my eyes skyward, and said, "Thank you!" to whoever was
responsible for my restoration!
Now that I knew what had caused my transformation from a fairly strapping
man to a heartstoppingly beautiful woman, I was faced with the decision of
what to do with my new found knowledge. Would I try it again? I knew that
I would...Already I was regretting my decision to stop the sexual
exploration I had done while in my female body prematurely. Having
experienced a very small section of the world in womanly form, I knew that
I wanted more. How much more, I wasn't sure, but I figured that a little
experimentation would take care of that. For some reason, I was aware that
while I was a little shaken by my experience, the fear that I would have
expected from trying it again was nowhere to be found. I was suddenly
confident that the Indian woman who had appeared in my dream wanted me to
have the earrings and use them any way I desired. I remembered that the
captain had said that the tribe was dedicated to goodness and compassion as
well as life's pleasures, and that they revered women as the embodiment of
these virtues. Now, while I am no living saint, there are few people on
this earth that would describe me as a bad person. Whether because of
proper upbringing, or just a moral sense of right and wrong, I have always
strived to be as good and compassionate a human being as possible. Though
I am sure that I have had failures, I am equally sure that my successes far
outweigh the deficiencies. Perhaps the ghosts of the lost Aztec tribe had
been waiting for someone like me to bestow their gift on. I hoped I was
correct in assuming that I had been chosen specifically for this gift,
because I planned to use it...starting now!
I put my shorts back on and slipped the earrings and my flashlight into my
pocket. I checked to see that Ron was still quietly snoring, and then, as
silently as I could, I unzipped my tent and walked out into the still and
warm night. Since I didn't want to use my light for fear of waking my
camping buddy, I managed to find my way out of the campsite with only the
illumination of the stars to show me the way. Once I was a couple of
hundred yards away, I turned on my light and followed the path to the
beach. I walked down it a ways until I was sure that I was a safe distance
away from Ron and possibly unexplainable confrontations. With adrenaline
pumping through my body, I sat down on a driftwood log and buried the
flashlight in the sand so that it shone its beam upward. I took the
earrings carefully from my shorts pocket and put the left one on. Again, I
felt the warm sensation that I had experienced before almost immediately.
With my heart beating rapidly, and my fingers shaking, I clumsily attached
the other one to my ear. In an instant, I began to change! With a cry, I
felt my body jolted by the electricity of transformation. Though the
spasms and jerks were much less than before, the feel of my body going
through so many changes was more than enough to make me nearly pass out.
In seconds, it was over and I lay on the sand gasping, once more a
beautiful woman. I looked down to make sure that everything was as it had
been before, and the sight of my perfect breasts gently moving up and down
in rhythm with my breathing was all the confirmation I needed. Still prone
in the sand, I reached my tiny hands to them and cupped them gently. The
now familiar wave of womanly sexuality washed over me immediately. I felt
myself smiling with happiness and said aloud, "This is fantastic!"
marvelling at my dreamy soprano voice. With a girlish giggle, I jumped up,
feeling a vitality and litheness that I couldn't ever remember feeling
before. The cool breeze tossed my hair this way and that, and the tingly
sensation of the sand blowing against my bare sensitive legs made me
realize just how different it feels to be a girl. I jumped up and down
just to feel the bounce of my new breasts, stopping momentarily to tease my
nipples into tiny volcanic erections. My shorts, which had fit snugly only
moments before, now fell down around my ankles with my new shape. I
stepped out of them, pointed a delicate toe, and kicked them away from me.
My hands again ran down the many slopes of my new body, feeling the
delightful outward curve of my hips from my waist and the full roundness of
my heart shaped bottom. I ran up and down the beach, laughing the whole
time! Here I was, a gloriously naked beautiful woman full of life and
energy, revelling in the wonder of her own body. I realize that this is
the way the Aztecs must have felt, and I hoped that they approved of my
joy. "Thank you, Aztec Goddess of the Sun," I said in my new voice as I
whirled about tossing my hair in a wild exuberant dance. I heard the waves
crashing against the shore and I felt as if they had a rhythm that only I
could hear. I stopped my dance and faced the ocean, my hands gently
cupping my breasts and my legs slightly apart. I closed my eyes and
listened to their song, one leg tapping out the beat of their melody. My
body seemed to become more and more attuned to the pounding crash, and I
found myself kneading my breasts in time with the surf. I felt a stirring
between my legs as my private concert continued, and soon the fingers of my
right hand found their way to my vagina, drawing ever narrowing circles
around it in rhythm with the music of the ocean. I heard myself singing
along with the waves, uttering feminine sighs and passionate moans as I
pinched my bloated nipples and plunged my fingers in and out of myself in
perfect harmony with the sea. The rise and fall of the waves seemed to
enter into me as my concentration got more intense. Crescendo and ebb,
crescendo and ebb, until finally, I felt my new body sensations rise to the
height of a tidal wave and then crash down upon me in a billion waves of
total release. My head was thrown back as I bolted with my first female
orgasm, and through it all, I could feel my hair sensuously tickling the
soft skin of my back. It was like nothing I had ever felt before...Was I
an animal in heat, or was I woman in love with being a woman? The surge of
the waves inside me and the warmth radiating from my vagina made me want to
experience this pleasure again and again and again. As the orgasm
subsided, the joy of my newfound femininity only swelled. How could I have
not known that this is what a woman feels? How could they have kept it
from us for all this time? And more importantly, how did it feel to have
an orgasm when you were not alone? Brushing the sand from my shapely
smooth legs, I began to think about what it would be like to make love like
this with a man! Never before had I had such thoughts, but then again,
never before had I looked and felt like this!
CHAPTER SIX - - FUTURE PLANS!
As I sat on the beach with my pretty head still swimming from the intensity
of my orgasm, I considered the future. I very much enjoyed being a man and
had never regretted my sex once, but now, looking at the world from the
eyes of a beautiful woman and feeling her physical and mental sensations, I
began to realize that there were definite virtues in being able to switch
from male to female. As I looked at my perfect breasts and flat stomach by
the dim light of the stars, I still felt a little guilty about not sharing
my treasure with Ron, my good friend. Still, he was far more "macho" than
I was, and even though we could surely make some kind of monetary profit
from my find, I wanted the earrings for my personal use. I didn't think
he'd be as enchanted as I was about being able to assume the guise of a
gorgeous girl! I thought about Ron some more and realized that along with
my new shape, I detected a definite change in my sexuality. Yes, I still
had all the memories and thoughts of my male self, but there was something
about owning a perfect pair of breasts, shapely thighs and legs, and a
moist, warm vagina that had changed the way I thought about my old friend!
I suddenly imagined myself in bed with him, trailing my long, black hair
over his muscular chest, feeling his cock growing in my dainty hands, and
finally succumbing to his physical power over me, parting my legs to let
him have his way with me!
I almost ran back to camp and attacked him in his sleeping bag, but decided
that that would be a mistake. Even though I was now the opposite sex from
him, he would never accept the fact that he was making love to his formerly
masculine bearded pal. I'd have to wait until our camping trip was over to
be with him the way this body wanted to be with him, or any other man for
that matter. With a sigh, I realized that the sun was just about to peek
over the ocean horizon and I knew that I had to get back. One last time, I
let my slender hands and fingers run through my soft hair and linger over
my curvy body. I let my musical voice utter a final pleasurable moan as I
massaged my firm breasts, then took off my earrings. Once again, the
transformation process began and ended almost immediately, and I found
myself gasping for breath in my male body only moments later. I rubbed my
now masculine hands over my hairy muscular body and thought wistfully about
how much nicer it was to feel smooth supple skin and curves under the probe
of my fingers. I heaved myself up, found my shorts, slipped the earrings
in my pocket and used the flashlight to make my way back to camp. I
managed to slip into my tent and sleeping bag without waking Ron and slept
soundly for about three hours before the smell of bacon and coffee awakened
me.
For the rest of our trip, I kept my secret secure. By day, we explored,
hiked and swam in our island paradise, acting just like the young men that
we were. But by night, I would creep away from the camp, don my earrings
and become the nimble feminine creature of my fantasies. I found that the
woman I became was increasingly insatiable sexually! When I wore my
earrings, that was nothing that I didn't fantasize about. I played with
myself while little movies showed inside my mind of naked men, naked women,
orgies and gang bangs. I imagined myself being raped by huge, hulking
masculine monsters, and enjoyed every minute of it. I imagined beautiful
women doing slow strip teases in front of me, then pressing their soft
bodies into mine as our nipples caressed each other. Once, I even imagined
that my flashlight was an enormous cock, and slid it in and out of my sweet
mouth while my small fingers brought me to climax between my lovely legs.
Needless to say, I enjoyed my time on the island, both day and night, but
when the boat came to pick us up, I was ready to leave...Partly because I
was anxious to get back to civilization, hot showers and electricity, but
also because I was looking forward to introducing my female self to the
world at large!
CHAPTER SEVEN - - RETURN TO CIVILIZATION
With my earrings and jewelry box securely packed away in my travel bag, Ron
and I began our trip home. We excitedly told the captain about our cave
find, and he seemed very interested. He took out a detailed map of the
island, and we did our best to mark the approximate location of the cave
and the paintings. Even though the captain assured us that he would get a
team of archaeologists to work on the blocked entrance, something told me
that the secret of the Aztecs would remain hidden from all but me!
Once we had arrived back on the mainland, we still had a two day trip in
Ron's truck before we got back home. Tired and dirty, we drove for only a
couple of hours the first day before the lure of a hot shower and
comfortable bed overcame us. Ron wanted to save some money by sharing a
room, but I had a hidden agenda that he didn't know about. I persuaded him
to go with two rooms this time since the rates were cheap. Finally, alone
in my motel room with a full length mirror, I immediately decided to see
just how beautiful I was in my womanly form. Quivering with excitement, I
stripped off my clothes, got out my earrings and stood in front of the
mirror. I saw with disgust the dishevelled, unkempt man reflected in the
glass. My hair was filthy, my face dirty and stubbled. I realized that
even the magic of the earrings could not wipe out the dirt and grit of my
present masculine state, so I decided to take a long shower instead. I
thought how exciting it would be to transform in the shower after I was
clean, and brought the earrings into the bathroom with me.
As the hot water began to steam up the bathroom mirror, I walked back out
into the bedroom and looked myself over one last time. I wanted to
remember every detail of my dirty male body, then compare it to the
unearthly beauty that I would return as. I memorized how I looked, then
returned to the warmth of the shower. I was revolted to see the clear
water wash over my body and then change to a muddy brown when it hit the
shower floor. I scrubbed and cleaned every bit of dirt and sand from my
body, then shaved my face and washed my hair thoroughly. Satisfied that I
was as clean as a man could be, I reached around the shower curtain and
retrieved my golden earrings. Knowing that the metamorphosis was sometimes
violent, I sat down in the shower with the water playing off my chest. I
washed the earrings off and looked closely at them again. The beautiful
Aztec goddess carved in the gold gleamed back at me lovingly, and I smiled
at her in reverence. I clipped on first the left earring, then the right,
and sat back to await the change. As it had before, the process started
right away...I felt myself lock into a paralyzed position as the tingles of
electricity spasmed through my body. I could feel the now familiar
swellings and withdrawals as my body rearranged itself into feminine
perfection. When I felt myself come back to consciousness, the first thing
I noticed was the water from the shower playing across my torso. Where
before the only sensation I had felt was a slight pressure against the hair
of my flat male chest, now the water was a stinging spray against my full
breasts. I shielded my sensitive large nipples with feminine hands, gently
massaging them into prettily erect points. I stood up in the shower,
feeling the different sensations the water caused in my now female body. I
gently soaped my face and hair once again, marvelling at the feel of my
soft skin and curves. I allowed one finger to roam between my legs and
felt the familiar stirrings of arousal start to overcome me. Even though a
climax in the shower would have been pleasant, I had decided to save myself
for the mirror in the bedroom. I turned the faucets off, realizing as I
did that it was far more difficult to turn them with my woman's strength
than it was when I was a man! I got out and purposely avoided looking at
myself in the steamed up bathroom mirror, preferring to get my first look
at my alter ego in the clear full length mirror in the bedroom. I
carefully dried myself off, loving the feel of the clean fluffy towel
against my smooth delicate skin. Once dry, I padded daintily into the
bedroom, closed my eyes and stood in front of the mirror.
I had looked forward to this moment ever since I had viewed my face in the
small tarnished travel mirror I brought camping. As I slowly opened my
face, I knew immediately that that reflection had not done me justice.
There before me stood a bronze skinned goddess. I was feminine perfection
personified! From the gorgeous full red lips and the narrow dainty
shoulders to the luxurious mane of black hair and the perfect shape and
curves of my breasts and hips, I was every man's ideal. Magazines would
pay a fortune to have me grace their covers; male eyes would lock onto my
face and body immediately and create instantaneous erotic fantasies. Oh,
would I turn heads! It was almost frightening how beautiful I was. I
thought about how little strength this petite feminine body had, and how
easily I could be forced into situations I didn't want to be in. I decided
that I would have to be careful in public since, as a male myself, I knew
what kind of primitive reactions a man would have upon looking at me. I
turned around gracefully in the mirror, tossed my damp hair over my
shoulder and peered at myself from the rear. I was just as attractive from
this angle. My long slim neck gave way to a small lean back, then tapered
inward to a tiny waist. The sexy flare of my hips and the teardrop shape
of my dainty bottom only added to my shapely appearance. Long, smooth,
golden legs and tiny feet finished off my reflection in perfect feminine
fashion.
I turned around again to face my reflection and mimicked a few model poses
that I had often seen women do. I was a darling innocent nymph when I
smiled and put my hands on my broad hips. I was an alluring seductress
when I pursed my lips and leaned forward with my hand behind my hair. And
I was an insatiable lioness when I threw my head back, opened my mouth
seductively and put my hands over my breasts. Seeing myself in this pose
made me start to get more aroused. I kneaded a breast sexily and watched
my reaction in the mirror. Seeing my eyes close and listening to the sexy
womanly moan that escaped my full lips allowed my exploration to get more
daring. I positioned myself on the bed so that I could see my reflection
and began to stroke myself with purpose. I watched as the woman in the
mirror began to writhe with passion, her vagina growing wetter and hotter
as her movements became more fevered. My hair flew into my eyes as I began
to utter little whispered "Oh"s. With one hand furiously massaging a ripe
breast and the other running violent circles around my clitoris, I saw my
hips begin to thrust forward uncontrollably. The sight of this prettily
flushing woman in the mirror, undulating her pelvis in rhythm with her
ever-increasing sighs of passion, made me climax titanically! I felt my
back arch and heard a high pitched whine of animal happiness coming out of
my mouth as my orgasm surged through me. My legs shot out straight and I
felt the hot release of juices from my dripping vagina. Not even on the
island had I felt such satisfaction! I was riding the crest of a storm of
pleasure that I never wanted to end! My every nerve ending was tingling
with erotic stimulation as I slowly came down from my climax. I lay back
on the bed feeling the heat radiating off my soft skin, smiling and shaking
my head at the utter unbelievability of my situation. "All right,
Goddess," I said in my magical feminine voice, "time to see what it's like
out there in the real world!" I gathered myself up and began to think
about how I could make my debut!
CHAPTER EIGHT - - DEBUT!
As I lay on the motel bed, still coming down from my incredible orgasm, I
thought about the problems my new identity could create for me. As much as
I wanted to experience the world in the body of this delectable creature, I
was at a loss as to how to do it! Of course, I had no women's clothes, and
the clothes that I had, in addition to being filthy from a week's worth of
tropical island dirt, would hardly fit around this tight, curvy body. I
sat up, subconsciously tossing my long, black hair out of my eyes and
looked in the mirror again. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this
incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more
closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just
a hint of devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What
do we do now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle.
The question I needed to answer was which was potentially more
embarrassing--To buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in
public as a woman wearing dirty men's clothes? I also had the fact that I,
of course, had no drivers license identifying me as female. I thought it
over while I gazed at my reflection, my pretty head furrowed in
concentration. I decided that the thought of bringing a lacy bra and
panties to a clothing store cashier as a 200lb bearded man was too much to
bear, so I set about trying to find something of my own that would contain
this petite, though amply curvy body.
I first put on a pair of my men's underwear. I heard my tinkling laughter
as I pulled them up over my hips, only to see them fall back down around my
tiny ankles as soon as I let them go! "Okay," I said to myself, "forget
the underwear!" I rooted around in my backpack for a pair of hiking shorts
that I had only worn a couple of times on the island. Luckily, they had an
elastic belt that went with them, and I thought I might be able to cinch it
tight enough to where they might stay on. I stepped into them, feeling a
little nasty about going out in public without underwear, and found that
they would stay on if I pulled the belt as tight as it would go. I looked
in the mirror to see a topless beauty wearing VERY baggy shorts! The next
problem I had to tackle was my breasts. The Aztec magician who had created
these earrings must have had a thing for amply endowed women, because my
breasts were quite large for the rest of my petite body. I knew that if I
put just a T-shirt over them, I would have a gaggle of enamored men
following my every bounce and jiggle! I decided on the one button-down
shirt I had brought with me. Even with the extra flesh of my chest, it was
still way too big and hung down to nearly my knees. Rather than tuck it in
as I had originally thought, I tied the shirttails together around my flat
belly. I looked at my handiwork again in the mirror and realized that I
while I looked kind of sexy in my man's clothes, my breasts still jiggled
way too much when I moved. I got out the dirty hunter's jacket that I had
brought and let it swallow my narrow shoulders. It was far too big to
button, so I just left it open. I looked in the mirror again and muttered
a silent prayer of thanks that the "grunge" look was still in vogue! My
tiny feminine feet would no way fit into my man's sneakers, so I slipped on
a pair of flip flops and let it go at that. My long, ebony hair looked too
elegant for my outfit, so I pulled it back into a precious pony tail kept
in place by a rubber band I had found in the motel room. Of course, I had
no makeup, but decided that it would probably look out of place anyway on
this cute ragamuffin!
I sat down crosslegged on the bed and began to write down a list of what I
wanted on the memo pad by the phone. Of course, I needed the essentials:
bra, panties and makeup, but what else? I decided that since this was to
be my first night out, I only needed either a decent dress or one nice
skirt and blouse to wear. I also needed shoes! Maybe some low heels would
be nice...Nothing too showy, though! I jotted all this down while thinking
about how I knew nothing about women's sizes! I decided that I would just
do like I always did when shopping for men's clothes...Size it up in the
store! I got up, still slightly amused by the feel of nothing between my
shorts and my crotch, made sure I had plenty of cash in my wallet, and
shoved it inside my jacket pocket.
I grabbed my duplicate set of Ron's car keys, took a deep breath, and
quietly opened my hotel room door. I sneaked a peek at Ron's room and let
out a relieved sigh when I saw that the lights were out, then made my way
cautiously to the truck. I unlocked the door and piled in, still unused to
the extra padding my wide girlish hips gave me when I sat down. I giggled
when I realized just how much shorter I was in my woman's guise when my
feet stopped short of the pedals by a country mile! I moved the seat up
all the way and put on the shoulder belt. It felt strange how the belt
passed between my breasts and forced them to jut out a little more. I
passed a small hand over them sending a little sexy shiver down my body
before I started the ignition and drove out of the motel parking lot.
CHAPTER NINE - - ON TARGET!
As I slowly got used to the different feel of driving in my new body, I
realized that I didn't really have a destination in mind. Perhaps my
desire to just get out and show myself before I lost the nerve was what
possessed me to move so fast, but aimlessly. I wondered just why I was so
interested in showing myself in public...Was I becoming a convert to that
old Aztec belief in experiencing all the pleasures life has to offer, or
was I just looking for confirmation that I was actually as beautiful as I
thought myself to be? Either way, here I was, a small inexperienced female
in a strange town dressed in dirty men's clothes driving around without a
license. Too much!
The town I was in wasn't too big, but it did offer the regular Americana
shopping experiences. Since I was after women's clothing, I figured that I
ought to try as inconspicuous a place as possible. As I approached a
fairly major intersection, there on the corner stood a brightly lit Target
Store! Perfect! I wasn't after anything fancy, and I figured I would
hardly be noticed amidst all the happy clientele there. I pulled in,
making sure I obeyed all the traffic laws in the book...Wouldn't do to get
picked up out here in my situation! Once parked, I took a quick look in
the rear view mirror to make sure I still looked as presentable as I could.
My pretty face had more of a nervous look about it than I would have liked,
but it would have to do! I took a deep breath and lightly stepped out of
the truck, visible to the public for the first time as a woman!
As I walked toward the door, I was aware again of just how light and airy
this body I wore was. It seemed I took two steps as a female for every one
step I took as a man...and every step I took was accompanied by a
noticeable bounce from my unencumbered breasts! I tried to put a self-
assured look on my face as I walked into the light. I wanted to give the
impression that I was just a normal girl going about my everyday business.
Still, when I opened the door to the Target, it seemed that every eye in
the place was on me! It was so bright! How in the world could I have
expected to "hide" in a place so well lit? I got myself a little plastic
shopping cart and started pushing it, keeping my head down so as to let my
long hair mask my expression of sheer terror! I thought I was doing all
right as I steered toward the Women's Department until a middle aged man
who was obviously looking me over stopped me with, "Hey, Sweetheart, do you
know where the fishing equipment is?" As I looked up at him, I couldn't
help but smile a little as his eyes took in my face for the first time.
His mouth opened a little wider, and I saw his eyes flicker for a moment in
surprise and appreciation of my beauty. I tried to answer as casually as I
could. "No, I'm sorry, but this is my first time here," I said. He paused
a moment too long as he looked down at first my chest, then my bare legs,
then realized that he had taken too long to answer, and stammered, "Well,
er, uh...thanks anyway!" I'd swear he even blushed a little as he turned
to go! A big smile lit my face as I pushed onward a few paces, then a
thought occurred to me and I turned back around quickly! Sure enough, the
man had half turned around so he could watch me walk away! By pure
feminine instinct, I smiled naughtily at him. He turned his head quickly,
embarrassed at being caught inspecting the rear end of a strange woman. I
giggled audibly, amused at this demonstration of the incredible effect I
seemed to have on men! I continued on, with my head held up now, and
counted at least 5 different men who gave me more than the once-over as I
passed them, and at least one woman who gave me a either a look of jealousy
or a look of scorn at what I was wearing!
The lingerie department was a large one, full of racks of bras, panties and
slips. I had estimated that from what I knew of women's chests (which was
not a lot) that I was probably about a 34C. I picked up a bra in that size
and looked at it closely...It looked like it would probably fit, so I threw
it in my basket. As I wandered around the table with the bargain bras, it
occurred to me that I'd probably like something a little more sexy than
these plain cotton ones. I went to a nearby aisle and found a skimpy black
lacy bra with matching black panties. A girl I had dated not long ago had
expressed her opinion to me that women like nothing better than the feeling
of wearing sexy underwear beneath their clothes..."Makes us feel wicked,"
she used to say! I snatched them up, threw them in my basket and even
added a silky black garter belt, a couple of pairs of stockings, and a pair
of "nude" pantyhose to my purchases. As I worked my way out of the
lingerie department, the reality that I would soon be wearing the things
that I so loved seeing other women in began to take hold. I shook my head
lightly, loving the feel of my hair tossing with this slight movement! I
was really starting to enjoy myself now...Maybe it was true that there is a
"shopping gene" found only in women! I found myself inspecting many
different dresses, skirts and blouses before deciding on a cute midriff
baring halter-type top in warm red, a black mini-skirt, and a soft-but-
daring sundress. I held up each of these items to my body, having even
less an idea as to whether they would fit me than before I had done so!
Luckily, they were all "Medium," and I figured that when in doubt, always
go with medium! A quick stop in the adjoining footwear department found me
nodding approvingly at a pair of medium heeled black leather shoes. I
tried three pair on before determining that I wore a women's size 6.
The rest of my shopping trip was spent in the Cosmetics department, buying
stuff that I thought would look good, but clueless as to whether I needed
it or not. I bought a pretty deep red shade of lipstick, some black
mascara, and a little reddish eye shadow that claimed it was "So natural
that it looks like you!" The endless looks from the men in the store were
making me a little nervous now, so I decided that I was ready to go. As I
was pushing my cart up to the front, I passed the Swimwear department...Why
not? Before I knew it, a bright pink with blue polka dots bikini lay on
top of my basket!
The young boy at the checkout counter practically burned all my clothes off
with his searing gaze. I wondered what sort of vivid fantasies he was
conjuring up about me as he totaled up my purchases! I looked at his young
face and strong body and had a few myself! I gave him my best pout when he
announced that the total was $120, and he grinned at me, picking up the
garter belt as he put it in the bag commenting, "Plans tonight?" I showed
him a quick wink as I gave him the money and said, "Don't you wish!" His
grin got wider as he worked the register and said, "I surely do!" With a
feminine laugh, I was on my out, marvelling at the two accomplishments my
shopping trip had brought...Not only was I now in possession of clothes
that were appropriate to my new sex, but I had also actually flirted with a
man and enjoyed it!
CHAPTER 10 - - EXPLORATIONS IN A POOL AND BEYOND
I returned to the motel Ron and I were staying at without further incident.
I carefully parked Ron's truck exactly where I had found it, removed my
shopping bags, and stole quietly up the stairs to my room. By now, the
movement of my breasts as I walked was almost second nature to me, but as I
climbed the stairs, I was suddenly aware again of just how light and bouncy
this new body of mine was! It seemed as if every step I took caused a
jiggle first at my front, then at my rear. I wondered if wearing a bra and
proper underthings would put a stop to this, but then again, I kind of
liked it!
I became a little frightened when I saw that the light in Ron's room was
now on. I quietly slipped my key into the lock of my room, thinking
horrible thoughts about what would happen if Ron came out of his door and
found a beautiful woman going into his male buddy's room. I couldn't even
think of what I would say! Luckily, I managed to close the door and throw
my bundles on the bed before any such thing happened. I took a quick
glance in the mirror, and giggled quietly when I saw again the beautiful
punk princess in her grunge-look men's clothes. I tried to imagine that
wondrous form clothed in appropriate fashion and decided that it was time
to do a little modeling session for myself. I had just opened one bag and
was preparing to try on my first bra and panties set when I heard Ron's
door open. Purely by instinct, I quickly yanked off my earrings. Since I
had been doing this quite frequently, I had become accustomed to the
transformation process, and indeed, it had speeded up considerably since my
first metamorphosis. Through the warm tingly sensations, I heard a knock
at my motel room door. In seconds, I was thankfully male again, though
still quite weakened from the transformation. I groggily threw my shopping
bags under the bed and stumbled to the door. Ron greeted me happily, then
took notice of my exhausted condition. "Oh, man! I'm sorry! I didn't
know you were sleeping!" he said apologetically. I mumbled something quite
incoherent, then asked him if he wanted to come in. He said, "No. I was
just about to go down to the pool and take a swim and wanted to see if you
felt like coming." I looked at him and realized that he was wearing his
swim trunks and an unbuttoned beach shirt, and he had a little cooler in
his hand, undoubtedly containing a good supply of beer. Suddenly, a plan
formulated quickly in my mind. I told him that I was really tired and was
just going to go back to my "nap." He waved cheerily and said, "Okay! See
ya! I'll be down there for a while if you change your mind!" I smiled and
closed the door, thinking that it wasn't my mind that I was going to
change!
"Do you really want to do this?" I asked myself as I stood naked in front
of the mirror. I tried to think of how Ron would come across to a female
mind-set, but realized that I couldn't while still male. I guess I
considered him good looking from my male perspective, but I knew that quite
a few women found him attractive enough so that he was hardly ever without
a date on the weekends. I decided that I was confident enough in my new
persona to give it a try. I clipped on my earrings and sat down on the bed
in front of the mirror, trying to maintain consciousness enough so that I
could actually watch the transformation. I was successful enough so that I
saw my features blur and reshape themselves, my body shrinking in some
places, expanding in others. Finally, when the big change came, I couldn't
keep my eyes from unfocusing and my head from thrashing about, and I
"awakened" moments later to find myself once more the beautiful woman who
was the "Miss" Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll! I contentedly cupped my breasts
while staring in the mirror and thought of Ron again. The difference in my
perception was amazing! No more was he just my "good buddy," but now
desirable prey to be hunted! The thought of him in his skimpy trunks and
his broad chest made my female body shiver with anticipation.
Even though I was confident in my ability to seduce Ron if I wanted to, I
still had to be careful. Could I really act like I didn't know him? Could
I really turn the jovial friendly male relationship we enjoyed into
something completely different? As I pulled on the new pink polka dot
bikini I had bought and turned to inspect the result in the mirror, I knew
that the answer was a resounding, "Yes!!!" The bikini was, as most are,
very revealing, but, unlike too many bikini wearers, what was revealed of
my body was well worth revealing! The french cut sides bared my shapely
thighs and accentuated my long smooth legs while the one-size-too-small bra
lifted my beautiful breasts and created a daring cleavage most women would
kill for! I brushed my long black hair out, then pirouetted in front of
the mirror just to make sure that this wondrous water nymph was actually
me! It was so different to wear things that were actually tailored for
this female body! The sheer sexiness of my bikini reassured me that this
body looked just as good with clothes on as it did with clothes off! I
thought about experimenting with makeup, decided that this was not the
time, and satisfied myself with just a generous swipe of lipstick on my
full lips. With a quick pucker and kiss at myself in the mirror, I was
ready to try out my feminine wiles. I had finished putting on my baggy
shorts and was just about to draw a T-Shirt over my ample bosom when I
realized that Ron would surely recognize these clothes! Since modesty was
not something terribly important to me at this moment, I decided to just
wrap my body in a motel towel for the journey down to the pool. It was
amazing how when I was male, a towel like the one I chose would barely
cover my front, but now, as female, it wrapped me completely, even leaving
enough slack to be tucked and tied around my chest! I took a deep breath,
grabbed my room key, and headed quickly out the door before I could change
my mind!
I padded barefoot around the motel corridors, noting thankfully that the
halls were unoccupied, and peered through the swimming pool gate before I
opened it. Perfect! Only Ron was there! He was doing laps when I entered
the pool area, using his powerful arms and legs to propel him effortlessly
through the water. The sight of his muscles tensing and straining with
made a shiver of delight run through my petite body. He hadn't seen me
yet, so I made a point to drag a chair loudly out from under an umbrella.
I heard him stop swimming, and with my back to him, I purposely bent over
gracefully to arrange the chair, and I was acutely conscious of his eyes
taking in my incredible feminine form. I wondered if the sight of me, my
bikini panties peeking out from under my towel showing my delightfully
shaped bottom, was having the effect on him I wanted it to. I turned
around and found him uncharacteristically gawking at me. Ron was usually a
man of the utmost discretion, but seeing him standing in the shallow end
with his mouth open nearly made me giggle! I decided to pretend I hadn't
seen him looking at me and continued